Corrección Letra Tailored Canadian Tuxedos par Vic Spencer

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Pick a card honey
(Thank you)
(It’s so hot)
Hold it up
Ace of spades
That’s a neat trick
I heard you blew a little girl’s thumb off in Reno doing that
I am the best you’ll ever see
So I keep hearing
Shall we find out?

Uh
Yeah I’m back boy
Mil
Loving how they hate me
Hate how they love other people just for material sh*t
It hits different
Six chickens in a big pigeon coop
N***as staying in their crib ‘casue there isn’t sh*t to get into (Bored)
If a n***a got a problem I be quick to get at you
Ship you home in a coupe and then lift the parachutе
The whole world learnеd about the word toxic
I got everyone peeping, even the nerds watching (Yeah)
You got sh*t on your shoulders from the birds flocking
I got Chicago city and the ‘burbs popping
Don’t watch me, watch my lyrics
Don’t try to block me n***a, stop the sprint
All I do was sit back, get back in my groove
I can’t lose when I’m out here just ripping the tracks
You n***as corny, time to let loose the chipmunks
I be performing in swim trunks
No suits but I mind my business
Life is a constant battle, that’s why I just keep winning
N***as is content long as pies flipping
They tried to kill me, you saw how I rose each image
Sh*t, I stunned all the phasers
Ganja I blaze up, the monsters has raised us
I’m the best in the city, don’t get left in the city
You know what we on
We at your funeral with tailored Canadian tuxedos mother f**ker
(Woo yeah boy)
([?] sheesh)

Come back just to take what’s mine
I don’t see why y’all hate this gu
Man the chase gon’ splash
I tried all the ideas, they all booming (Yup)
F**k you and y’all movements
I got the super intelligent intellectual etiquette
Peddable, elegant storm showers
And I’m humping on better chicks
Lunching with the Salsbury letterman, looking splashy
N***as never pa**ed me
Rappers is a** cheeks
I tell their a** to get the f**k out of here
Imagine what I do with these rappers’ careers
I never change boy, things get rearranged boy
I started banging with the people that do the same boy
It rains more, Vic Spencer spitting like a chain saw
Remain in war, I don’t give a f**k about what you’re aiming for
Cause laymans tours be filled with c*ck buffers
I keeps it real in the field you not welcome
Simple
I go peep files, I ain’t did that in a while
I just relax, sit back with the sound, mother f**ker
I did the impossible, ready for opportunity
Off white Airs give me two or three
Sh*t, I stunned all the phasers
Ganja I blaze up, the monsters has raised us
I’m the best in the city, don’t get left in the city
You know what we on
We at your funeral with tailored Canadian tuxedos mother f**ker
(Woo yeah boy)
([?] sheesh)

Oh yeah we on top dog
That’s that weed though baby
here boy

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